[Hypertension]

Since encountering an independent encyclopaedic reference to his
achievements, I am deeply sorry for any aspersions I have previously cast on
the character and veracity of Andre Jute. I cringe with embarrassment when I
recall my crass failure to learn from him when the opportunity was so freely
offered. Indeed, half the secret to Andre's success has been his own
willingness to embrace mentors ranging from Peter Drucker in management
theory to the old gentlemen "in at the birth of radar" who gave him the
grounding for his avocation of tube electronics.



Andre showed an early propensity to benefit from contact with greatness.

As he recorded it a couple of years back:

http://groups.google.com/group/rec.a...8e0762 dd0ed2



"On my seventh birthday I walked thirty miles through the vineyards
with my greatgrandfather, with whom I shared a birthday; he was 102
years old and would live another five. The same year I walked up Table
Mountain with Jan Smuts, who wrote the Prologue [1] to the United Nations
Charter that those more civilized than you know as the Universal
Declaration of Human Rights [2], and was imbued with his wisdom and
fortitude."



The year of Andre's seventh birthday would have been 1952.



Fast-forward forty years to 1992. The Tisch School of the Arts at New York
University is celebrating the tenth anniversary of its permanent
headquarters at 721 Broadway, paid for by the generous gift of the brothers
Tisch.



A certain distinguished novelist has been prevailed upon to deliver the
keynote address to the Dramatic Writing department at the Film and
Television School. His "Telling the Story: from Creative writer to
Professional writer" is very well received and will later reap a five figure
sum from reprint rights. The eminent guest generously stays around
afterwards for a meet-and-greet with the students, which overflows well into
the small hours at a restaurant on 42nd Street. One of the graduating
Seniors of the Class of '92 is a handsome dark-eyed young man born in India
who cannot get enough him. The writer is likewise impressed by the
22-year-old aspiring filmmaker and gives much valuable advice about the art
of storytelling, film directing, stalkers and mentorship with many
illuminating anecdotes and illustrations from his own life experience.



In 1999, M.Night Shyamalans third feature film "The Sixth Sense" becomes a
smashing worldwide success. The Indo-American wunderkind from that early
morning bull session wrote and directed an ingenious tale with one heck of a
twist, all about a little boy who sees dead people.



At home in his Irish retreat, Andre is ruefully amused. You see, Field
Marshal Smuts was felled by a stroke in late May 1950 and died of it in
September, two years before ascending Table Mountain with the seven-year-old
birthday boy. Andre had his own experience of seeing dead people and only
wished he'd thought of incorporating it into a story himself instead of just
giving it away.



Hyper



[1] Field Marshal Smuts wrote the *Preamble* to the United Nations Charter,
which was signed at San Francisco on 26 June 1945 at the conclusion of the
United Nations Conference on International Organisation.



[2] The more civilized among us know that The Universal Declaration of Human
Rights is a completely different document consisting of a Preamble and
thirty Articles adopted By the General Assembly of the UN over three years
later on December 10 1948.

[Peter Wieck]

On May 7, 9:27 pm, "Hypertension" wrote:

Stuff snipped.

Problem is this: Mr. McCoy's "virtual" history and cribbed writings
closely mimic those of Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton, but without
the panache and elevated level of writing quality. Bulwer-Lytton wrote
a science-fiction story of a race of superior beings that were always
in the background, known by their actions rather than their overt
presence. Mr. McCoy cribbed a very similar story (much as he does his
so-called 'technical' posts) with similar results... except that
Bulwer-Lytton was paid by the word, McCoy paid for his words.

It is my considered opinion that McCoy is able to move freely about
time and space without reference to material or logistical restraints.
If it wishes to have had a conversation with an individual in 1952,
when it was seven, then it simply manipulates time and space such that
this confluence takes place.

After all, this is far easier to believe and accept than the awful
possibility that Mr. McCoy is a liar, charlatan and poseur.

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA